The Poorest Rich Man Novels & Stories

I asked my father-in-law to tell me the name of the company but he claimed he wasn't aware of who they are as the company had insisted to remain anonymous and they couldn't afford to lose the deal they had with them. As I watched the palettes of rainfall on my window, I wondered who I had offended in the past that was intent on destroying me. Just then Sophie's low life of a husband passed by, he was a complete scum of the earth, but I would not lie, lately, he looked different, there seemed to be a power surge around him. He looked more athletic and had a powerful gait in his steps. Freeloader the word screamed in my head, and that was exactly what he was, eating our food and completely rel

I was horrified when he let go of my shoulders; he slid his palms, and they stopped in the middle of my arms. I closed my eyes completely when I felt how his lips pressed against the skin of my neck. “Yeah, my wife. But that doesn't mean your parents were as rich as us. In our world of real rich people, your parents are the poorest. That's why they're not here now. They are not invited. We don't invite poor people like them. You should be thankful because I'm your husband, otherwise, you can't attend tonight.” The truth slapped me: my husband is one of the richest people in the whole world, making me realize that he doesn't have the wealth that my parents or our family have.

“What’s with that attitude, North Myers?! I ask you for money, and you give me a hundred bucks? What am I, some homeless man on the street?!” “Then how much do you need?” North asked in a whisper. When Horace heard her response, he thought she was as easy to manipulate as he thought. So, he got greedy and demanded, “Five hundred thousand should be fine!” North instinctively took a step backward. “But I don’t have that much money…” Horace’s expression changed immediately to an outraged one. “You don’t have that much money? Hey, everyone! Come see how heartless my niece is! She’s rich enough to splurge on herself, but not to help her own family!”

"Once upon a time, there was a wealthy man. He had a lot of money and a lot of properties. He hired a lot of people to work for him, to which he could earn more and more money." "A famous man would naturally attract rumors, and he was no exception." "There was a fool who was very bitter when he saw the rich making money. They were both doing the same thing, yet he was getting poorer by the day while the rich was getting richer." "Since then, he stopped working and started plotting against the rich instead."

she placed her hand on the boy's shoulder, staring at him with remorseful eyes, "the chasm between the rich and the poor in the world we live in, is insurmountable." "Mostly, rich marry rich and poor marries poor. That is the widely believed balance. Anything other than that is either seen as a charity case, or going below standards." She explained to the boy, "Now, we do not want to become charity cases to anyone, and that is why mommy is always working." "But we are not poor, Mommy, are we?" The boy asked her, after assimilating all she has said, "The lease on the cafe has been paid in advance and you did not take any loan for the house, therefore, no mortgage to be paid. So, we aren't poo

There was an effortless elegance to him that made ordinary people immediately aware of the difference between them. Even standing there doing absolutely nothing, Victor looked expensive andnd that made the man feel annoyed. He had always wanted to be rich but couldn't. No matter what he did, he was born poor and would die poor. Unlike Victor who was born rich and would likely die surrounded by that same inherited wealth. Men like him never had to struggle. They never had to worry about food, about rent, about surviving another winter.

“Good. Let them come. I’ve been underestimated my whole life. It’s about time they learn what happens when you push me.” Far below, the city moved on as if nothing had happened. But in the shadows, whispers were already spreading. The richest man in the country had just made new enemies—and they weren’t the kind to forgive.

When applying for colleges, I give up a prestigious university for Priscilla Reed's sake. But in the fifth year of our relationship, I break up with her. I see her outside the dorms, diving into Jeremy Stark's arms and tilting her face up to kiss him as no one else matters. Priscilla sneers at me. "You're just some farmer. What kind of life can you possibly give me?" She seems to forget that the Chanel dress she wears and the Hermès bag she carries are things I bought for her. That's the moment I end things with her. Let someone else play the doormat. I'm done. After that, I focus on farming, even managing to grow crops on the moon. Then, the press reveals who I really am—the son of Jav

“We were very poor growing up. The kind of poor where going to the doctor was a luxury. My mother did hard labor to support us, shaving off years of her life so we could have food, clothes, and someplace safe to sleep. Ever since I could remember, I wanted to be rich. I never wanted to worry about my next meal, and I didn’t want my mother to have to put up with bullshit from other people. My ambition caught fire and never extinguished. Maybe money is evil, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Her knowing look slowly faded and was replaced by an emotional gleam. “That’s inspiring.” “The worst part of being poor is being powerless. You’re at the mercy of other people. People are far more evi

He was innocently standing in front of the table. Minho stared at Jungwoo and smirked, 'You want to sit on my lap'? Jungwoo fiddled with his finger and said nothing. He growled, 'Why do you stand like a statue? I won't bite you'. He gulped and everyone laughed under their breath. He sat next to him and they commenced the meeting. Sang turned on the screen and announced, 'Mr Dae-Joon is one of the richest businessmen in Korea. He makes a lot of money legally and illegally. He cares nothing, he's one of the cruelest businessmen in the business world. He has used the poor for profit. He took advantage of their poverty and paid poor wages'.